I'm tired. Tired of this exposed and repetitive civility of men, or might I say personal, social marketing. This fake idea of social and political progression and, thus of this individualistic and workaholic, male world. I'm tired of trying to constantly be equal to men. Why should I own anything to anyone else, apart from doing good and respecting others? I want to be me, only me. Hoping for an inclusive world for the children who are to be. A world of all.
Why would I want to be like men, if not even them know who they are themselves? They created a nonsensical, shallow and unfulfilling society, based on empty concepts of honour and dignity. Shallow concepts that do not stand that much anymore in order to give space to an economical institution that only destroys and creates conceptual riches to the victors. Their market is as metaphysical as their own god. Male.
A whole gender can only be mysterious in a world of imbalance. How can you stand on only one foot? To add to the foolishness they have even removed the stick of their elderly from their daily life. A world which stands on one foot relying solely on the youth to keep on. Balancing on one foot until discarded by old age, like an incomparable winner, "forever young" and stricken with Alzheimer.
We have to survive in a world of exceptions and marginalization, as if it was a Darwinist theory made true that is constantly defended in our rhetoric as pragmatism. A biased pragmatism. The ones who see through the crack of the door, can only see what they see... And we all see like this.
An unfulfilling life should be a good enough reason to change things, but we tend to accommodate ourselves to what appears to be the easy way, the preconceived way. But it isn't but tiring. So tiring. All for the sake of tradition, nationality and whatever other reaffirming, mummifying idea in the name of human history, tribal identity and immortalization of the past.
It's a boring and cynic world we built to live in, while we are surrounded by beauty and empowering images that we take for granted. We struggle every day to make our living, while everything around us is given. It's our chosen life of beggars repeating over and over again to match the suffering of a martyr which shades any variation of life to shame or discredit. We also make beggars out of the animals. And we look at them, looking for scraps of food in our cities, with arrogant disdain.
Hoping for a world of all, I pray for the end of the delusional and unfulfilling paradigm of the victor.
Karinna Alves Gulias
